Gay Erotic Stories

I met Bobby just after he'd moved to Alaska. He was a pilot, and flew a bush plane for a small airline from our hub town to the smaller villages in the area. I met him when he came over to pick up some furniture I was selling that he needed for his unfurnished apartment. Now, I don't usually make it a practice to come on to people when I first meet them, and many in my small town don't know about my sexual preferences or desires. I am a counselor for the mental health agency, and it's best to live a simple, solitary life, and get my excitement vicariously through videos, books, and magazines, as well as the writing I do. It keeps me out of trouble, and helps me not get entangled in strange relationships I can't get out of. It's an occupational hazard in this field, and one that needs to be carefully guarded. I called Bobby at the airline and told him I'd be home after 6 PM if he wanted to come over to pick up the couch, loveseat and dinette set he'd purchased. He said he had a flight and would be back around 8, but he'd come then. Did I think the two of us could move it? I was certain we could. I'd moved everything myself earlier from the upper floor to the basement, so I was sure we could get it out the door and into his van. 8 PM came and went, and Bobby did not. I thought perhaps he was delayed in his flight, and knew how it was flying in Alaska. Often things get delayed, and people need extra patience. Around 10:30 PM Bobby called. He just wanted to be sure I was home, and would help him still. It was just getting dark, as is the case in the summer in Alaska. Days are very long, and where we live it is often hot and humid. In about fifteen minutes, Bobby arrived. He got out of the van wearing only jeans and work boots. He did not have a shirt on. I was watching out the window, and was getting really excited about the possibility of this man coming into my home and taking off more than his shirt. As he walked up the steps, I reached the door. "Hey, Bobby, come on in," I said. "Sorry I'm late. We had to bring in a man who was shot in a hunting accident, then I had to clean out the plane, and when I went to my locker to get dressed, well, I only had jeans," he explained. "I was so hot, I figured it wouldn't matter anyway, and I really wanted to get this stuff." "You want something cold to drink before we start?" I asked. "Nah, lets just get it out into the truck." As we moved to the basement, I eyed Bobby carefully. He was in his early thirties. His face had soft features, made rough by the extra days growth of beard. His sideburns were down about mid ear and his chestnut brown hair was neatly trimmed. He had a bushy moustache that blended into his other stubble at the edges. As he bounded down my stairs, I could see his back muscles moving in very athletic ways. He was fit, and looked like he really took good care of himself. No love handles here. And his stomach was flat and went easily down into his tight jeans. I always check out the label when I'm behind someone to see their size. His was 32, 36. We quickly moved the sofa, loveseat and dinette set out through the basement door. They were light and easy to move. The humidity was high, and Bobby was sweating pretty bad by the time we finished. He stepped back in to the living room. I could see the veins in his biceps, which were long and firm. His pecs were square and hard, and occasionally bounced like he was sending them signals to jump. He was writing me a check for the furniture, and I thought I saw something move in his pants. I may have been imagining to the point of wanting it to happen, but it gave me something to watch. He handed me the check and smiled a "model in a catalog" smile. I reached over to take it and it fell to the ground. I bent over to get it and came up with my face right in his crotch area. I was not mistaken about a surging lump being there, and Bobby's hands were now on the pant snap, ready to relieve his hardening rod. I softly placed my hands up and helped him unsnap and unbutton his fly. He was right when he said he only had jeans on, and wow, what a dick! Right in front of my nose and waiting lips was this huge, hard, red shaft, screaming for release. I pulled the head into my mouth and gave it a preliminary going over with my tongue. His early release of pre-cum salted the inside of my mouth. I pulled the whole thing into my mouth and sucked and sucked. In a very short time he began to pump, and pump and pump his man juice into my waiting mouth. Bobby then reached down and pulled me up. With expert, strong fingers, he unzipped my fly and placed his hand into my pants. I was harder than I remember being in a long time and while I was staring into his green/hazel eyes, he jerked me off right in my pants. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his hand motions. I shot before I could stop, and felt a little disappointed that I came so quickly. When I opened my eyes, Bobby was gone. He forced me to cream my pants and left without a word. I'd have to meet up with him again and find out what his intentions are. Maybe there aren't any, and maybe he just likes to jack people off, and get blow jobs. That would suit me just fine. Well, about two weeks after that incident, I was scheduled to fly to a village that was one of my assigned villages for counseling. I always flew with the airline Bobby worked for, we all did, because we had a special contract with them. I arrived early, checked in, and went into the waiting area. Many times on small planes, at small airports, traveling to small villages, waiting is about all there is to do. Well, as I sat there, I could see I was the only one waiting to go out to a village. The dispatch person was filling out paperwork, and suddenly Bobby appeared in the door way. He glanced my way and didn't seem to notice me there. Was he going to be my pilot? I hoped so. Just then they called my flight number and said we were ready to leave. I went to the door, and Bobby came around the counter and greeted me. Did he remember, I wondered. "Hey, so you're going out to the bush today, eh?" he asked. "Yeah," I said, trying to sound uninterested. "For a few days." "Well, you're the only one. Let's load up," he suggested. We walked to the plane, each carrying our own overnight bags. The ramp workers were just finishing loading the mail and a few other boxes. Basically, the plane was empty, just Bobby and I. He motioned to me to sit in the co-pilots seat. I did, placed the headphones on my head, and would soon talk to Bobby. I watched as he lifted his leg up, and pulled himself into the plane. He did it with so little effort, I could see he was ripped and ready to go. I was quiet for a while, after all, he needed to talk to the tower, and get us safely off the ground. I could watch him out of the corner of my eyes and study his features. He was so handsome! Rugged features were befitting of his bush pilot career here in Alaska. His hands were veiny and looked strong as he guided the controls, and his fingers were long. He wore a gold watch, like a Rolex, but I knew it was a fake. On his right hand he had what appeared to be a college class ring. Watching his face, I knew the stubbled look he wore was done on purpose. It made him look more macho, and that always worked to his advantage here in rural Alaska. Finally he finished all the early flight stuff and turned to look at me. "You know, I felt really bad about that night a couple of weeks ago," he started innocently. "I never know if someone is coming on to me or just curious, and most people don't even think I'm gay, so it's hard to know what to do." "Hey, you don't need to tell me about that," I responded. "I just figured that we'd clear it up one day, and this may well be the day." His right hand moved off the wheel and started stroking his dick, which I could see even through his thick pants. I moved my left hand over and started helping him massage his constrained meat. I could tell it was hard, heavy and long. I continued to rub slowly, looking up to see what Bobby's expression was like. He was licking his lips with his tongue and seemed to be getting a great deal of pleasure out of the stroking. Finally he said, "You know, I can turn your way, unbutton my slacks and make this easier for both of us." I undid my seat belt and moved around to face him. Then he motioned to me to stand, which I could only half do, move behind him, and work from back there. I did, and my face was right near his very handsome face. I licked his ears, and kissed his neck, and ran my hands down his shirt, flicking his nipples and massaging his chest. My own dick was taking on a life of its own, nearly penetrating the seat which I was leaning over. Bobby had unsnapped the bib coveralls at the bib, and at the waist, and had folded them down. I could see that the plane was already set on autopilot. He folded the bib over again and the head of his steel hard rod sprung out. It was large and in charge, and I gently placed my hands there and started a loving massage. The clear bubbles that were coming forth gave me great lubrication as I stroked his cock to a massive eruption. All that I could scoop up I did. It was salty lifeblood and sweet nectar rolled into one. I heard the click of his seat belt, and in a brief moment he was turned, leaving his bibs and earphones in the seat. He wore only the top of thermal long underwear. His massive cock was softening, having spent a little of its banked cum. He pushed me back slightly and I gave his a quizzical look that said "where." He pointed to the floor, and I took the cue. I undid my pants, threw off my jacket, and spread them on the dingy floor. My pecker was standing straight and tall, and Bobby was already attacking it with his well seasoned mouth. His long fingers formed a cage around my balls, and his mouth explored the entire length of my 9 inch shaft. I held off as long as I could, trying not to think of this gorgeous man blowing the cum out of my penis, but couldn't hold it for very long. When I finally did cum, I shot more than I thought I would. Bobby efficiently savored every drop. When I was able to look again, his huge dick was hard and ready. I knew I was about to get it up my ass, so I turned and raised my glory hole to await the ravaging. I could feel the head exploring my anus, and then his massive, hot tongue, lubricating it to readiness. I hadn't thought about condoms, but Bobby came prepared. He waved one in front of me as an assurance that we were going to be safe, and I appreciated that. I thought I was ready. Of course, I always do, and then find out that I'm not. Maybe I just attract extra large lovers, or maybe I am, as some people say, a tight ass. Whatever the case, Bobby's first push hurt, until the head of his great rifle barrel was in. Then it was easy. The vibrations of the plane's engine gave us an extra thrill. My own dick was ready again, and Bobby drove and drove into my ass with reckless abandon. In minutes he unloaded the second time. He pulled out slowly after his hard on had faded. I turned to see him leaning against the pilot's seat, limp dick still sporting the condom. I pulled it off and lovingly drained it of all the seminal fluid. Now it was my turn. Bobby could see my raging rod, and knew he was next. He turned and leaned over the pilot's seat. His muscular ass was high in the air, but just right for my landing! With his long fingers, he pulled his crack apart, and I could see a hole that had much mileage. I saw another condom on the copilot's seat, and grabbed it quick. I slid the sheath on my throbbing appendage and went straight for Bobby's ass. As I started to drive rhythmically, he pushed the wheel of the plane forward and backward with the motion. Each time we'd go up or down a little. It was a little like I'd imagined sex in weightlessness, kind of bobbing with each thrust. God it was such a rush, and I blew my wad on a down motion. I liked to stay inside someone longer than many people like, but the plane leveled out and Bobby relaxed, and we just stayed in position until I was completely soft. Finally Bobby spoke. "You know that night I came to get the furniture at your place?" Of course I knew, and I hadn't forgiven him, but may by the time we land. "Yeah," I answered. "I'm still mad at you for the way you jerked me off and ran." "Well," he started slowly, "I wasn't sure you'd like what I gave you, and I wanted to be sure. Hell, I know now you're my kind of stud. Let's put the past behind us and get on with more hot fucking fun." "Sure," I answered, smiling, "but don't you think you should put this thing down before we run out of gas. I do have to get to the village some time today." "Oh, we will, all in good time." I could see he was flicking the head of his dick with his thumb and I knew we were gearing up to go around again. Around the village overhead, around the plane chasing each other, around each others hot, sweaty bodies. "Bobby, tell me something. How long have you known the two of us would get together?" "Ever since I heard your hot, deep voice on the phone. You should go to work for one of those phone sex places. You turned me on so just by talking that I creamed my pants just listening to you." I leaned over and whispered something incredibly sexy into his ear. His dick saluted me and we were on our way again. Flyin' high, and never wanting to come down, I'm still working on taming this bush pilot!